Hope is seen, felt, and carried…

A day will come as if it was alive.

And you will watch the moments true.

As if a joy will bestow a style of praise to compare.

Then safe from wrath a Peace will pose.

A place of solice to pocket as dear.

Yours forever to fresh a rose as poor.

Contend not fret, as life will give. By

A work of glad to behold.

And you will buy without gold, a glaze of soul.

And set your vision to the east, near sense.

KDG